At three months old, Sextus appeared to be about one year. Alexa had quickly realised that he was aging faster than normal and wondered if this was something Medea had intended, or if it were a flaw. In a strange way, Alexa found herself hoping that it was intended... for she hated to think that anything was wrong with her baby!
It was Christmas Eve, and Alexa found herself eating in a soup kitchen. When she used to volunteer for them back when everything was normal, she never dreamed she may end up being served in one.
She fed Sextus as she fed herself. His ability to turn into a chicken - while it alarmed her dreadfully at first - turned out to be a blessing. For when she couldn't find anything for them to eat, he could turn into a chicken and at eat what chickens ate.
Alexa was working her way at getting as far away from Medea as possible. But some of what Medea had told her seemed to be true - she was starting to find it harder and harder to resist throwing herself onto men. The thought continued to haunt her: would she, despite her efforts to resist, end up breeding more werechildren? If she could just turn back the clock... make all of this end...
She looked over at her son. Despite everything, she loved him. She didn't regret having Sextus, but she did regret... everything else. Perhaps that was why she kept the name.
She hated the looks she got from people. They probably thought the worst of her - never knowing what had truly happened. And... she couldn't tell them. Nor could she seek help. A part of her knew they'd call her crazy, and if they did believe her, they'd probably take both of them away for study and either way she'd never see Sextus again. Another part actually thought she could find Zac - but this small thought was countered by another that felt that he'd condem her for what she had done, and what she had become.
Little did Alexa know that there was another part - a part engineered by Medea to prevent her creation from seeking help.
Maybe one day, her life could be back to normal. Alexa wished for the day where she and Sextus could sit around a nice warm fire, with a Christmas tree, and give each other presents.